So the word of God became a human being and lived among us.
(John 1:14 – J.B. Phillips Translation)
By any standard it would be
extraordinary to find
the infinite, immortal constrained in time
but to find Divinity where it knew full well
the hearts of man
and how they turned, mostly away –
to find the all-sufficient taking on
this meagre flesh, this weakness,
this all-too-human messiness –
no word, no response suits besides
a quaint yet apt, “Behold!”,
a marvelled, “Come and see”,
and footsteps following where he treads,
to see where God makes a home.
At the beginning God expressed himself.
(John 1:1 – J.B. Phillips Translation)
The urge to speak, to connect:
is it heresy to find this in the Immortal,
the all-sufficient? Having
no need of us, and yet
He speaks –
is Word. And we,
the subjects of His sentences,
are warmed by the light of His present tense,
this way, and that,
choosing darkness and silence
yet crying out to the night to hear us.
Hear us. Here with us,
in word, in deed,
in breaking bread.
…eternal unity of perfect love…
(From the Collect of the Day)
What He left behind we can scarce imagine,
having never known such unity or home.
At best we can only recall
the closest to belonging that we have touched:
glimpses of a womb or a bed or a heart,
footsteps meeting the sand in shared rhythm.
Only if we knew
the radiant, pulsating
glory-to-glory from first, on and on,
only then could we fathom
the depths that He fathomed,
before time, found in time,
the stable not knowing His name.
We know little of the creature, till we know it as it stands related to the Creator: single letters, and syllables uncomposed, are no better than nonsense.
In the beginning was the Word.
And we too were words,
the sounds of breath from His lips:
Let us make
All sounds consonant with
the cosmic sentence,
no clause displaced.
In the beginning
The whole DNA code begun
the chain of being linked
phoneme to phoneme.
the dislocated sound:
the will punctuates the purpose.
Image becomes willful noise.
Return to purpose, man.
Return to the endless string of perfect sense.
Sing the perfect word, the song.
You were made to speak, to be
Between the A
Between the grace of Alpha and